Zhang Heng bluntly clicked the no button, in his opinion, no matter how many functions there are, they can't be compared with the hundreds of millions of chicken cups in front of him.

It's still more solid to put real money into your pocket, and everything else is empty.

After doing all this, Zhang Heng opened the door of the hut where he lived before, and the familiar scene appeared in front of him.

When I first came to Linhai, I lived here with Xiaoya Xiaoyuan, and now it has become a warehouse for recycling depots to pile things.

But you can still vaguely see the traces left by the time when you lived here.

Zhang Heng brought a table, carefully took out the fragments of the chicken bowl cup, and placed them on the table.

Then turn on the system.

"The broken chicken bowl cup of the Ming Chenghua period was detected, and it can be repaired with eight million points, is it confirmed?"

Zhang Heng didn't think much about it, and directly pressed the OK.

I saw a flash of golden light, and the edges of the originally broken fragments were all glowing with golden light.

In the next moment, as far as the golden light could reach, all the fragments floated in the air, collapsing into countless gold dust and floating in the air.

", you're kidding me, Lao Tzu's chicken bowl cup, Lao Tzu's eight million points!"

Zhang Heng suddenly stopped doing it and questioned the system.

"Don't worry, host, due to the high value of this item, it will take some time to repair, wait patiently!"

"It's pretty much the same!" Zhang Heng snorted coldly.

If this recycling system swallows its own chicken bowl cup, he will have to carry a knife and cut it to the door.

It didn't take long for a magical scene to happen, and the gold dust in the sky outlined a three-dimensional chicken bowl cup shape in the air.

And with the continuous blessing of gold powder, it becomes more and more solid.

As the last hundredth of the progress bar given by the system was completed, a cup the size of a palm appeared in front of him.

I saw that the cup was open and slightly skimmed, the mouth gradually converged, the flat bottom, lying on the foot, the cup body was small, the chaotic outline line was soft, the straight was hidden in the curve, and the curve was straight.

It presents a dignified and beautiful, elegant and handsome charm.

"What a Doucai Chicken Cup!"

Even Zhang Heng couldn't help but admire.

I didn't know why such a small cup could be worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and only when things were really placed in front of my eyes did I know how valuable it was.

Zhang Heng spent a hundred points from the system to exchange for a brocade box, and carefully put the chicken bowl cup into it.

Now it can be regarded as repaired, if it is accidentally broken for oneself, it will not hurt to death.

Zhang Heng found that his Lamborghini was worthy of being an oil tiger, and after only a long time of full fuel, the fuel tank was empty.

There was no gas station nearby, so I had to call Yang Le and ask him to send someone to get his car

Go to the gas station.

Zhang Heng called a taxi and went straight to Na Dong's home.

This chicken bowl cup Zhang Heng and other vulgar people can't appreciate it, rather than putting it in their hands, it is better to sell it as soon as possible, so as not to have a long night and many dreams!

The road from the outskirts of the city to Dongjiayuan was only twenty minutes away, and the taxi driver took Zhang Heng around for forty minutes.

However, when he thought of Zhang Heng, who would soon have hundreds of millions of dollars, he was naturally in a good mood, and he didn't bother to worry about such a few things with him.

Zhang Heng carefully held the brocade box with one hand and walked into Dong's home.

It was still the same as before, and both sides of the road were full of vendors.

And some people wandering aimlessly.

These individuals are just trying to pick up a leak from these roadside stalls and turn over overnight.

This kind of luck mentality can be ignored elsewhere, but in this Dong Jiayuan, don't even think about it, let alone these roadside stalls, even those big shops, there are many real goods.

"What are you doing!"

At the moment when Zhang Heng was distracted, he saw an old man in his fifties bump into him.

Holding a large porcelain vase in his hand, he fell to the ground with a "bang", and it couldn't be broken anymore.

"Old man, why are you walking so carelessly, are you okay?"

Zhang Heng asked with a little concern.

"I'm fine, I'm afraid you're in trouble, you must know that my big plum bottle is handed down from my ancestors, it is said that it was used by Emperor Qianlong, and now it is better to be broken by you, lose money!"

The old man looked unforgiving.

If it is really his fault, even if it is bankrupt, Zhang Heng will definitely compensate.

But this old man seems to be clearly here to find fault, not to mention whether this vase is from the Qianlong period, just walking on such a wide road, he has to come to bump into himself.

In addition, if this is really an antique, the system will already give the points needed for maintenance.

And now Zhang Heng has not felt the existence of the system, which means that not only is this antique fake, but this old man is also a complete liar.

"This little brother seems to be hanging, who doesn't know that this old black is a well-known bastard of this Dong family, and he relies on antiques to touch porcelain on weekdays to earn money with a bad conscience!"

"Let's be nosy, this matter has nothing to do with us. ”

"Young man, you still admit it, lose some money, that old black is with the army!"

"Old man, are you sure that this big plum vase of yours is from the Qing Dynasty or used by Emperor Qianlong?"

Zhang Heng looked at the old man with a smile.

"This can still be fake, I have a brick family's appraisal certificate, you kid don't want to play badly, if you don't plan to pay, then I'll call the police now!"

The old man grabbed Zhang Heng's collar.

Zhang Heng smiled and waved the old man's hand away.

Walked over to the pile of shards, crouched down, and rummaged through the pile of porcelain shards.

"Could it be that this kid knows a little bit of Taoism, it seems that his luck is not good this time. ”

The old man frowned, got up and was about to leave.

"Slow, didn't you just say that you were going to call the police, how can I, a young man, suffer the loss of your old man, just call the police as you say!"

Zhang Heng said lightly.

"You think I'm going to be afraid of you, you must know that my big plum bottle has an appraisal certificate!"

The old man was forceful, but his heart was already empty.

I didn't go in because of this kind of thing, and the police at the police station were familiar with me.

If the police come, not only will they not get the money, but they may have to go in and squat for a while.

"As far as I know, the Qing Dynasty doesn't seem to have Hong Kong, right?" Zhang Heng smiled and threw a piece of the base of the porcelain vase towards the old man.

I saw that the pedestal was impressively printed with the four big characters of Hong Kong, China.

"And what kind of appraisal certificate did you have, which brick family bought it for five dollars?"

Zhang Heng has always scoffed at this kind of person, and immediately retorted.

"Boy, I'm planted today, remind you, stay a line, and see you in the future!"

The old man viciously threw down such a sentence, that is, to leave.

Zhang Heng was in a hurry to find Song Donglai, so he didn't bother to bother with him, as long as he didn't provoke himself.

It's his business to lie to whomever he's willing to lie.

Soon, Zhang Heng found the "Hong Bao Xuan", which is an antique cultural relics shop.

The area is not too big, with three floors, Zhang Heng walked in directly.

"Man, find your Boss Song!" Zhang Heng entered Hongbaoxuan and shouted at the guy who was wiping the antiques.

"I don't know what this gentleman is looking for our boss. ”

The guy asked politely.

"I made an appointment with him before, and I wanted him to take the palm of my eyes for myself. ”

Zhang Heng said.

"Mr. Zhang, right, our boss has been waiting for a long time, please go up to the third floor!"

The guy greeted.

Zhang Heng went up to the third floor, and saw that the third floor was not like the previous first and second floors, with all kinds of cultural toys, calligraphy and paintings.

It is more like the old teahouse in Fengtian in the past, with five tea tables, and a few small square stools in front of each tea table.

"I didn't expect Song Lao to have such Yaxing!"

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